Earlier today, I was having a conversation with an old high school chum of mine. When the topic of our possible reunion came up, I couldn't help but think of the old days. I remembered how I was voted the best excuse maker in the class. At first I was a little taken back by that. I figured that noone took my word seriously. That hurts, man, it cuts deep. Then I started to think of a couple things. I mean, who wouldn't make up some sorta excuse if they were cought masturbating by a couple of friends. And by the way, I was sorta dancing. Of course, I'm gonna tell everybody something madeup when I accidentally came in my britches, during the big pep assembly, at the site of the big cheerleaders bloomers. I think I had a puddin' cup in my pocket that day. What's so hard to believe about that. Anyway if these things make me an excuse maker, then I guess I don't mind after all. Cuz, I say, telling people something totally made-up is much better than being humiliated. Happy lies kids.
MINDFUCK OUT
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